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    The Telling

    Her skirt rubbed harshly against my thigh as I parted my legs and gave into the molten weakness between them.  Making an irritated sound under breath, she pulled the skirt up, bunching it around her waist as she straddled my thigh; the thin layer of cotton panties the only obstacle between us.  I felt the muscles in my leg tense as her heat seared my skin, so beautiful, so fiery, so intrinsically her.  Her bra came off easily in my hands and I flung it aside, returning my lips to her skin.  Cupping one of her ***** in my hand, I closed my mouth over the pinkened nipple that was already hard, flickering the tip of my tongue over it, roughening the skin there, basting it with saliva and allowing my teeth to scrape against the puckered edges.  She groaned and pushed down hard on my leg, her pelvic bone pressing hard into my thigh as she allowed the ragged sound to escape her throat, as deep and hard as I knew she wanted me inside her.  Taking her nipple between my teeth, I tugged it away from her breast, enticing her to moan once more and grab at me.  I bit down on it, her moan weakening to a gasp of pain that only seemed to excite her all the more.  Glancing at her face, I loved how her eyes were squeezed tight shut, her face contorted in that familiar expression that flowed down her body to her wetness that was against my skin.  Placing my hands in the small of her back, I pulled her more firmly onto me, shoving my thigh forcefully up into her, both of us moving into a rhythm that simultaneously displaced and conjoined us.

    She was pulling at my hair and I knew somewhere, in the back of my mind, that it should hurt, but the only thing I was feeling was an innate need to possess her, to take her again and make her a part of me.  Without thinking, I stumbled against her and shoved her back onto the bed behind us.  With a grunt, she tumbled onto the pile of clothes she had previously earmarked for removal and tugged me on top of her, our naked torsos meeting with an electric contact.

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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